THE BRIDGE WE CROSSED

CAROL Love, nothing and everything. With you in the serenity of nothing that my love is everything. Armand

BEYOND

Dark Parlors In caves on mountain peaks are Gods. Wheels turn, balls spin, chips are placed. In dark parlors our fates are sealed. Rulers of the elements in their fancy gamble away the pages of our books. Armand Hamouth

THE WRITTEN WORD

A LEG UP It is the star that shines dimly in the skies In the open hearts of those not jaded by lies The smiles they bring, the joy they kindle Knotted up and filled with riddle It is the winter blooms the untold glory It is just a few words to tell the whole story My predecessors have done well So I have no new tale to tell Armand Hamouth

NO SECOND CHANCES

ONCE Once, I held a star , found it underneath a rock. I threw it in the air and so to the ground it fell I watched it I even made, a silent wish. I put the star back in space and walked away. Armand Hamouth

DANDELIONS

FREE FLYING Fluffs of re-roots on nothing float. children wish set it free fly again to the joy the elation of innocence. that's the rule fresh from heaven babes know even weeds deserve to be free. Armand Hamouth

KNOCK ME OVER WITH A FEATHER

A RHYMING POEM Tickle your quarrel. Armand Hamouth

A BURNING PASSION

HERE ON MY LAND This one’s for mine in kind. What then, what did you think you’d find, your hen? Would you strip me of my passion, or maybe extinguish my flame, am I no longer in fashion, or did you just think I was lame? Armand Hamouth

PEAHENS

SINGULAR CREATIVITY No sheep here We won’t apologize Sorry dear We don’t compromise These square blocks won't fit your round holes Not peacocks That anyone controls Armand Hamouth

HANDCUFFED

FACELESS THE PUPIL I stood there faceless my hands were tied Condemned and speechless Whistled offside Shocked, betrayed Silent. Call it a raid Violent. The blind still leading the blind Thanks, I’ll wait for my own kind. Armand Hamouth

WE THE PEOPLE

GIANTS We are giant red oaks adjust to the wind your saws are jokes We won’t be skinned. Change us? not in these fields you have no hope your highness we wear invincible shields Armand Hamouth

THIS GUY

NICKLE FISH You shoot me a five cent smile Sitting on your million dollar ass Forgive me if I seem hostile Your bait didn’t hook this Bass I’ve played the game of two I’ll just stand in my barrel of booze If it’s all the same to you I have a vat of Vodka to infuse Armand Hamouth

IN OUR SILENCE

NOT JUST AN AFTERTHOUGHT We are not just an afterthought. If the roar of the malcontent called out their lament. Our silence would circumvent their original intent. Won't give up for what we fought. Armand Hamouth

THE WILL OF TWO PERCENT

IGNORANT RULE The breath of humankind, f a l l s the great icebergs, once anchored safely. In their own domain Ever so, so, slow l y Commence. A catastrophic, journey. Footsteps IN THE ICE, submerge our lies. It was us driving those submarines. Speedingthroughtime WE!, who, overshot our MARK! Armand Hamouth

A DROP OF

LIPS STICK What is in a kiss? vision, words, traveled miles. times when you can't stand that you're apart. exploits, milestones, dreams, a heart a voice, a walk, all unopened files. Me You We Tout What is in a singular kiss? Fresh on fresh, Mesh of flesh. a golden moment, total bliss. breath, air, scent, lips, touch, a pair. With both arms both clutch though faint from hold feel strong, consoled. What is it that is in a kiss? the vast chasm of our abyss and more. Armand Hamouth

ONE VIEW

ALONE WITH CAUSE Then let me rip it all out A one on one bout Reach in deep Take the leap Use a shiny steel spade On this empty arcade I’ll shovel the works Where loneliness lurks After all there is a particular allure To catatonic and nothing to endure Armand Hamouth

THIS WORLD OF ONES

IN THE STILL OF THE KNIGHT Now that you are gone, WHO will every morn, lift the sun, unveil the sky, etch in the clouds? WHO will paint the rainbow? Now that 'US' is just a word. No longer with you as ONE, alone I try to wind up the metal toys, and cut out paper dolls, but with the beach swept from under my feet the child in me flees. Instead now rusted, a fools gold chain of loneliness hangs around my neck like a noose. Mourns a union that once had breath, a twosome, that now is dead. AND the moon no longer smiles, the stars no longer wink. In this decade of one, hope is a wick less candle AND THE NIGHT IS JUST THE DAY WITH OUT LIGHT. Armand Hamouth

FINGER PAINTS

A HUE OF BLUE A friend and I, Colors rule Abundant blues own my beating carmine. a lighting design of a million hues compliments our stage of wooden varnishes. It's passionate reds designed set Written, Directed, Produced and Performed by Nature Our Mother Our Creator. Under the heat of Gold barefoot on beige grains I hold her fallow fingers A Friend true sapphire. Bite Viridian Rind surrounded Amaranth juices magnolia and blush flow And finally we touch magenta and wave a tea rose goodbye. Friends true. I stay in the multi-colored safety of this very real daydream. Watch an eggplant sunset our mother by my side. In time stroll home the yellow bright of before is now retired. This ebony eve an intense black is lamp lit, at least a guided path, all else an eerie void of view. So I march to a silent beat. Reflect on a colored day. Thank a colorful heaven for my angel pure. A friend held my flesh, rose glassed my depressed state, and I make it through another cobalt day Armand Hamouth

The Pleasure Of Sin

SNAKE MIND I love women the passion of a Stallion in the wild I love women a passion true and tried disrobe them with my teeth Massage them with nimble hands Spank her, beneath Caress her strands Pull her to me decisively Kiss with the touch of an Angel Raise the ante Listen to the beating of her Candle Hold her against a wall and take her smell her hair peaches and cream Cross her border Cuddle her dream Shove in Laugh, just us with the force of a Kingpin Stare at her eyes, flawless Make her yell over and over again Float on clouds while linked tear my flesh off, amen! as one, distinct! I love women I love women Armand Hamouth

On My Still Life Birth

Insanity In Progress I walk blindly, I think to the offbeat of the music in Mother Natures breath My head always up I fell into a puddle O negative The blood type My Lord I’m not sure but I felt a tip of sharp I got out just as the blood started to boil. It was too late I had been tainted. Next I’m sure that I fainted When I awoke I was in a porcelain tub of water Surely this was better then the former Still the water The water was drenched in in life juice. I drained it. I refilled it. Once again, it was stained dark red Four more times I repeated Finally the water was clear But when I looked at my reflection There she was, an Angel Blue. And yes they do have wings. Just then he appeared Touched the fragile dove She disintegrated into dust And then none His eyes were a platinum blue He must have been at least Eleven feet tall To be honest he He resembled a God Pure muscle His skin the whitest the whitest I had ever seen He was naked Naked and not one hair on him not any where No eyebrows or eyelashes No hair The most striking of all his features He had no genitals He had no cavities. At that moment I thought back to the burning pool of cells At that moment I thought I must have signed with the devil But, where were his horns, his pitchfork, He was perfectly still He opened his eyes wide My lord I felt him That is the only time I felt him And then he was gone And then I was liquid And then I rained through a drain through an endless waterway So here I am my Lord Squarely in front of you I know no more than than this. As for me, I am a predator of sex But I only prey My lord I only prey on the willing. My colors? Black and gold Gold and black They are are are my colors of choice. Sometimes, I replace the gold with silver Black and silver I never use any other colors Never I am predisposed To those two choices If that is a crime Than I am guilty I wish I could say more in In my defense But that is all there is to say. I mean my lord that is all I know, My Lord! Armand Hamouth

MISTER SANDMAN

Hey you, Dream Weaver! My imagination is on overdrive and my dreams especially took a nosedive. Every one painted a shade of black. Come on Mister Sandman, cut me some slack. The night is too vivid for me and the day is to dull to be or not to be. Do you see what I mean I am even copying from the cream. It is impossible from them to steal. Go ahead inspire me, don’t make me kneel. This creativity of mine rides like a unicorn. Now that hurts! From where I am sitting I can feel his horn. I really need to write. How about just a bite? Even a nibble, Please! Let me build with ease. You know that I won’t ask you twice. Oh hell yes I will, even trice. I am desperate and in need. Can you send me even a lead? Oh! Yo! Dream Stalker. Or is it walker? Or Sir, if you will. How about a pill? I have to dig, or dance a jig, that’s what I do, create. So cast, I’ll take the bait. Armand Hamouth

MY MORNING MEAL

SOUP DU JOUR Morning cauliflower clouds an orange colored cream soup with a generous scoop of lavender. A dash of Cayenne hot to the buds Perfectly round carrot cut at rise with a wink, says "how do you do?" "fine sir, and you?" A Wide eyed slice of the good life tastes this singular morn. A tip of the hat to the angels, Morning Soup Armand Hamouth

I LOVE YOU

IN YOUR HOLD ETERNAL This my love is eternity, To glide and ride images in the clouds sleep fantasies from my pores seep. Look, your, eyes, a, temple, Worship, the, sense, of, you, Hold, as, our, hides mingle hands tingle to the tip of my fingers this slice of we lingers. A peek, mountains, A creak, fountains, evergreens the Queens a height beyond a star entrance to your boudoir. You cradle my love. and able my dove, And I? Yes, cry. The end lantern with its wick though cosmic has no burn. Not prayers, But layers, Our memories, thankful for all the journeys, I adore Still an honest broker Still without a flicker yes you will, even then be an eternal part of me. This my love is eternity, Armand Hamouth

THE NAKED EYE

WORDS IN WHITE broken arrows and a crooked bow muted words on pierced drums drop a life written in and on white and me so sure of my multicolored reflection forgive the clarity these senses not quite like the rest here I stand a perfect blend against the open air Is anybody there? Armand Hamouth

AN EYE

FOR AN EYE parts we borrow cleanse our sorrow a very large wheel a demons squeal Crucifixion Reincarnation hands rise up high reach for the sky show their color red the evil are these dead Midnight Moonlight Armand Hamouth

CLINK!

THE LIME IS MINE I thought, first I saw her. I could feel her purr!!!! I jot down her number had I cables I would have jumped her Engine! A strawberry red blond made for sin and me with a magic wand Martini in hand I sang with the band I had the spirit for it Head first felt the glass burst tried to dive into my drink for a lousy five cheers, clink!!!! Did I mention my nurse who I tried to coerce???? Armand Hamouth

JUST HERE FOR THE RIDE

HIGH ON LIFE KNOWLEDGE, THE MUSIC OF LOVE LIEs TURNs YOUR HEART FROM ABOVE DIEs So the truth, is a whore in a knock off gown Still uncouth, your hitch leaves you with a frown Eternal, springs a leak Fidelity, ruptures long live the Queen of sneak The Joker conquers. Night turns, It churns, Bars of ugly notes, and off key strokes. We dread sleep, the nightmares it evokes The clown teases, “She doesn’t love you, love you anymore.” Never eases “Your lovers gone, without an encore” The air’s chilly C’est tout. Fini! LOVE LIED, AN ALARM WAS SET YOU SIGHED ON THE DAY WE MET? And now switch. Free verse, hop on. Turn the crank. POP! Can’t escape mental jail. POP! Can’t hear my silenced heart. POP! Can’t feel dried out tears. POP! Can’t see happy memories POP! Pop goes the easel! End of Free Verse, time you leave. back to poetic form at its core. the clown teases, “she doesn’t love you, love you, anymore!” hurt never eases! That is story love It says goodbye A free flying dove It is set in dye That is love You get back on the roller coaster That is love Hang on tight like bread in the toaster Armand Hamouth

THE UNTOUCHABLES

STICKS AND STONES I can see beyond the rainbow the jagged rocks it embraces Rainbows are intangible you can't pocket them. they emboss a deeply rooted happiness on the human face a positive footprint, rainbows are BEAUTIFUL! The pragmatic mind has no time for the inanimate. They understand rocks, They understand weapons, The understand 'concrete' but what of PEACE! Weapons!, can be pocketed, they can be held but they are... UGLY!!!! Armand Hamouth

CANDLES BURN OUT

Without A Flicker To glide ride the blue fantasies from my pores seep. Look your eyes Worship, our hides mingle this slice of we lingers. You cradle my love. And I? in awe of you. The end when my wick no longer burns. Our memories, and thankful for the journey. Even without a flicker you’ll be a part of me. Armand Hamouth

FRIENDS

THE 'F' WORD They seed your ego. Their words chocolate coated smile and melt sweetly, on your taste buds. BUDS? shed tears From the heart? you’d swear they were real. The Crocodile Type? and when tragedy befalls, write you straight in the eyes not a vowel will blink. Believe? Your gentle nature craves it. Their SMILIES laugh. between a well timed a pause, they call you friend, Once, Twice Ad infinitum, , Real? A kiss on the lips, read mmmmoi, HUG, leave their scent, Suggest acts lips move, and, captions appear But you know, and your head lowers. Make believe? YES! you're in a cartoon. NO you are the cartoon. You can't walk where there are no grounds. Everyone’s long gone The sudden stop, breaks you.. No one catches you. You want to believe, but you are a rabbit in a hat nothing up my sleeves Abracadabra Poof. Armand Hamouth

THE CAROUSEL

Love Can't Buy Friends you do your best shrug your shoulders, take one last look, the stud with the vibrant finish, the innocent looking bench, the painted Ram, the only Unicorn the long necked Giraffe, the stripped Zebra they, pushed you off, good friends, stab you in the front, isn't that what they use to say, guess it was the, wrong Carousel, reproductions, and forged signatures; no beads of passion not on these carvings. you remount , the black horse a two leg stance flames that flair the same circle, same ride at the fair, around you go again, you do your best. Armand Hamouth